Monday, December 2, 2019
Yesterday, we went to the LA Opera’s production of The Magic Flute. I’d seen it before, about four years ago I think, and was so blown away by the way it fused the opera with silent film - such a bizarre juxtaposition, right? And that’s why it was so magical. After the show, three of the singers came out and signed autographs, and the singer playing Monostatos even brought out his prosthetic ears to pass around.
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Friday, November 15, 2019
At present, Gemma’s Fridays include Mark Kistler’s Draw Squad, choosing her own Bible reading in her blue Bible, a chapter in Janice Van Cleave’s Food and Nutrition for Every Kid. She’s also reading William Blake poetry this term, and - for this week and next - Two Mighty Rivers (about Thomas Rolfe) for history, instead of This Country of Ours or The Awakening of Europe. She also uses a spelling app, and works on one of four languages (her idea!) either using Duolingo or a TPRS book in the target language.
“Latin exam, Dad. It’s Tuesday.”
- Adam, Blast From the Past
Thursday, November 14, 2019
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Gemma and I have been working on this cross-stitch cat for most of this year (and, from the look of things, we’ll be working on it most of next year, too). I “assign” her 10 stitches per day, and for every 10 she does, I do 10 (but I usually save mine up and do a week’s worth on the weekend).
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
We’re taking a break from our “regularly scheduled programming” in history, to read the sequel to Mari Hanes’ book about Pocahontas. The second book is Two Mighty Rivers, and it tells the story of Thomas Rolfe, the child of Pocahontas and John Rolfe. We just read Chapter 5, in which Thomas, who is living in England, learns that his father has just been killed by Thomas’ Algonquian relatives.
Monday, November 11, 2019
This is what we’re doing for Advent this year. Calendars. One with chocolate, and one with Lego pieces. There will also be the one they pass out at church, with a Bible verse behind each door. We’ll attend the annual church Advent luncheon and learn the songs for the Christmas pageant. But that’s it. No Jesse Tree. No moving nativity scene figures from one part of the house to the other. Nothing handmade. Nothing that involves me gift-wrapping 24 picture books I don’t want to gift-wrap. Advent is supposed to be about waiting for Christ. It has nothing to do with chocolates or Legos, and waiting for Christ definitely has nothing to do with calendars.